Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand

Set sail from sense, bring all her young
Set sail from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand

We sailed from sense, brought all our young
We sailed from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait

A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young
A hall of records, or numbers, or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples and the young

Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand
Light touch my hand, in a dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hand with the turning Golden Skans
From the night and the light, all plans are golden in your hand